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Undeterred
we germinated seeds wrapped in moist paper towels
trapped inside teacup saucers
left behind beneath the kitchen sink
evicted for reasons unbeknownst to the uncaring eye
we migrated into the metropolis finding security amongst the living
barely surviving into the spring
we packed our things
heads held high and singing
like the birds following in our wake
Not Wanted
crossing into newfound fertile lands we planted something new
prayed to the gods that be
our resurrected hopes would grow
the seven nation army breathing down my neck marches on with dignity only few understand
call off your eagles nesting in my trees they belong back home protecting your streets
those sharks in the sea circling near the coast
free them from their wrath far away from my church
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